Journey To The End Of The Night - pg. 68

It's harder to lose the wish to love than the wish to live. One spends one's time in this world killing and adoring, and one does both together. "I hate you! I adore you!" You defend yourself and have a good time and pass on life to some biped in the next century, frantically, at all costs, as if to be continued were a tremendously pleasant thing, as if, after all, that could make one live forever. Whatever happens, one has to make love, as one has to scratch.